Absolutely hysterical. I’d bet my life savings that this dude could’ve ran in the game-winning touchdown for Seattle. Big screen TVs, Vince Wilfork, a God damn brick wall, nothing would have stopped this man from powering his way into the endzone. Homeboy had an invincible amount of alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins. I also cracked up at his slapdick friend yelling, “That’s the game!?” It sure is, buddy. Your team just lost the most heartbreaking Super Bowl of all-time, and your friend destroyed a television built like Khloé Kardashian in a matter of seconds. Hope he splurged for the human battering ram insurance from Circuit City.